the world what my niggas from around the way I got dat flava that will save ya Money hungry bitches blowin' up my pager But beep me some time and I am
When you're young You wanna believe Believe in love Believe in everything Time Seems to be on your side When you're young And in love Time to move along
know what I mean? DIMEBAG Yeah, man. DAVID ALLAN COE Yeah, I hear ya. DIMEBAG Here we go... [sung] Cowboy junkies on the radio Singin' some ol' funky tune Time
I don't make promises that I can't keep Got to keep movin', got no time to sleep Don't talk to me about my future plans It's time to go, I'm into one
I've been cool for far too long Just a matter of time before I break I took more shit than I wanted to take You can't look me in the eyes Somethings gone
She was the rock and roll punk He was the rebel with a cause When they first met There was a dramatic pause Cupid?s arrow broke the silence They?ve
, why don't you get a real job I hit the big time with my rock 'n' roll band The future's brighter now than I'd ever planned I'm ten times richer than
huh, Mr. Bigs, Track Masters It's a Wu-Tang official right here you know Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while
, confident jet plane Low fuel, escort it to the runway Surely not gonna be a fun day It's a gun day, warrior skills apply Rebels in field, fire in hell
masterminds of all time Wit ah little touch of Clairs designed to go prime If you creep and take ah mental on ah level Little deeper like tha rebel,
masterminds of all time Wit ah little touch of clairs designed to go prime If you creep and take ah mental on ah level Little deeper like tha rebel,
wasting my time I'm just sitting here and wondering why, yeah I'm a loaded gun pointed at the mirror A drugstore cowboy whose end is near, yeah baby I'm a big time
Arms of steel, hair of gold Royal blue eyes with a rebel soul You scared me, you still do But I loved you more than you ever knew This is my act of remembrance
Then someone squealed to the pigs, now she's gone away. And there's no time for fun and there's no time for anyone and there's just time to run and I'
Rockwells in a row I've always been a rebel son but daddy didn't mind He wanted me to chase my dreams the way he did one time Now he's on the front
ever wanted in your life Meeting at the cemetery gates Go through the motions What's the difference when Your hiding everything you need I remember times
Got no future, great big past Little bitty guy on the rim of my glass Gotta meet the plane so I can get my monkey Teach him to be cool but a little bit
lickin? While they sin, gin, sin, sin at Rothschild and Lynnwood Liquors The winos crooked stagger meets the high stride of the youth Searchin? for the truth They rebel